“I’m gonna eat you up,” he growled against her lips, nipping gently. “I want to hear every little noise you make.”
She helped him tug off her jacket, violent as she ripped the material from her torso. He felt her fingers shaking when their hands met, her lithe body squirming beneath him. She was eager and ready as he was. When they’d first started dreamsharing, she’d been nervous and inhibited during their sexual interludes. Now—real, willing and in his arms—the minx was wild and out of control.
Just the way I want her.
Somehow he managed to remove her sweater without tearing the downy cotton, pulling it over her head along with an equally soft camisole. He bit back a curse when he saw her bra, her hard pink nipples visible through lace. After he removed the skimpy garment, he took a moment to appreciate the view.
Her flawless skin reflected the rays of the moon—pale, silky and smooth. Her breasts were full and lush, nipples hard and waiting to be touched. Before the night was over he intended to leave love bites all over her creamy flesh, including one on the fleshy portion of her throat and shoulder for the world to see.
My woman. My mate.
A surge of possessiveness seared through him. The wolf wanted to come inside her and mark Chloe with its scent so that every werewolf she encountered would know she was taken. A good thing, because the man wanted the same thing. He couldn’t wait to feel the clasp of his mate’s pussy around his cock, to finally learn just how hot and tight she’d be.
He popped the button to her jeans and started yanking on the zipper when she stopped him, her voice husky. “Wait.”
Everything in him rebelled, the wolf fighting for dominance, wanting to fuck its female until they were gasping for breath, bodies covered in the smell of sex. Only the bitter smell of fear quieted the animal, allowing the man to take control. He had to be tender with her.
Forcing the primal emotions aside, he struggled to put Chloe’s needs first. He didn’t take his fingers away from the zipper but he stopped the downward motion of his hand.
“Easy.” He attempted to calm her, peering into her eyes.
Her irises were even lighter now, the portion of her that responded to his wolf riding the line. He understood her terror then, becoming aware of the source of her anxiety. Along with the fragrance of fear was the musky call of her arousal—her wolf’s arousal.
She didn’t understand—couldn’t understand—what she was experiencing.
Lowering his head and brushing his nose against hers, he softened his voice, gentling her with words. “You’re hurting, aren’t you, baby? You want me so bad you ache with it. Don’t be afraid. I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it. You’re safe with me. I give you my word.”
“This is wrong,” she moaned, arching her hips and pressing her mound against his fingers. “I should make you stop.”
Like hell. “How is this wrong?”
Against his better judgment, he lifted his hand and slid his fingers beneath the lacy trim of her panties. As he’d known, her pussy was drenched. He slid the pads of his fingers against the swollen crease, coating them with her cream, gliding up and down her slit.
“Do you want me to go down on you, Chloe girl? You’re so ready I can practically taste you.” When he slid his fingers free she cried out. “I’m going to do everything you’ve dreamed about and then some.”
Since she was nervous about removing her clothing, he decided to even the score. Reaching over his shoulder, he pulled his T-shirt over his head. The brisk air hit his skin, cooling the sensitized flesh. He considered ordering Chloe to lick his chest, to tease him as she’d done in their dreams, but he didn’t. Right now he had to keep stoking the fire. She wanted him, she just didn’t know how much.
Not yet.
He brought his torso down so their stomachs collided—fair skin clashing with tan, softness cushioning muscle. Her hesitancy vanished, her small hands drifting up to clutch his arms. He couldn’t prevent the growl that crept up his throat or the way he thrust his hips against her. The moment he’d entered Chloe’s dreams she’d put her mark on him. He was useless to other females, meaning he’d had to take care of his own needs. It had only been a matter of time until they met but he’d never thought it would be like this. With her sweet and soft in his arms, trusting him even though she wasn’t aware of the eccentricities involved when mating with a shifter.
“I’m going to start here.” He pulled at her underwear and jeans, intentionally skimming the back of his hand against her burning pussy. “And work my way up.”
This time she didn’t protest, aiding him by lifting her pelvis. The delicate curve of her stomach flexed, displaying the tender, toned muscles of her abdomen. After he slid off her shoes and socks, he removed her jeans. She was as lean as he remembered, her shape that of a female werewolf, although less muscular than most—lithe and strong, trim and curved in all the right places.
His gaze rested on her sex, his wolf howling in pleasure at the sight of trimmed blonde curls. The lips of her cunt were swollen and pink. Her flesh glistened in the light coming through the window, her hard clit pushing free of its hood.
His fangs lengthened, his heart drumming in his chest. He was going to leave his imprint all over her, covering her with his scent, marking her soft skin with his teeth. She was seductive and inviting, waiting for him to make the next move. He paused over her mound, blowing softly against her weeping flesh.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned and clutched the comforter. “Please.”
“I won’t.” His growl filled the room, the wolf eager to claim its mate. He lowered his head, guided by his nose and the fragrance of her cunt. “I’m going to please you all night long. And this time, you won’t be dreaming.”
On some level Chloe knew what she was doing was inappropriate. She was in the bed of a stranger—someone she only knew from her dreams. She understood that, had even contemplated it when her head cleared and she tried to rationalize what she was experiencing. But she couldn’t stop.
God help her. She didn’t want him to stop.
“Jackson,” she whispered, making sure he was real and not a figment of her imagination. Her body was on fire, her nipples and pussy more sensitive than they’d ever been in her life. Even the chilled temperature of the room felt painful brushing against her naked skin.
“Hold on, baby.”
His breath caressed her skin, whispering over the lips of her sex. Before she could respond his hot, wet tongue glided along her seam. One long, deliberate lick parted the lips of her vagina. Fiery wisps followed his touch, leaving an impression behind. She arched her back, fisting the blanket beneath her hands, crying out at the amazing sensation.
He pulled away, licking his lips. “You’re so fucking sweet.”
She was ready to beg for more when he dipped his head a second time. His tongue worked its magic, licking up and down her slit, soothing the burn in her pussy, replacing it with dizzying tingles. He changed the motion, alternating with long strokes between her labia and shallow plunges at the mouth of her sex. Warmth spread from her belly, engulfing her in a sexual fog.
Yes. Oh yes.